Trace: A Narrative Fiction

When I started track and middle I never knew what track was or how it even worked but I needed a sport that I could do. Even though I would have people from my middle school who would try to discourage me from running and even call me slow and the process but I continue to go through with track. But those people that talk and say they were going stay and track but didn't and I stayed and continue running and learn how to use the words they called to me to discourage to fuel my running to where I was winning medals and showing it in school. Then between eight grade to tenth grade I begin to have problem with my hip and which cause me to slow my time down but I still stayed in the sport. Even switching from different high school was tiring

Many nights during summer vacation and holidays are spent visiting with friends at my friend, Austin Tynes’ house. On this single night of spring break, my fear would rise through the roof. A group of ten people was visiting at Austin’s house, and the group gathering was getting rather boring. It was hot and humid outside because of the early Louisiana Spring time

On a warm, June night, I and four of my friends were sitting in my friend Jay’s basement after a long day at Westborough pool. My friend’s mom had ordered us two Papa John’s pizzas and we had a fridge full of Mountain Dew which was the perfect scenario for a group of tired eighth grade boys. We had planned a sleepover and FIFA tournament and people were already looking to claim the best spots to avoid sleeping on the ground. It was shaping up to be a nice, relaxing ending to a great day with my friends.

I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.

We’re trying to figure out what we are going to do. Sitting in silence, we are both thinking of ideas of how to get home. It’s probably about 11 o’clock, it was super dark, and finally Hannah came up with a good idea so we could get back home.

My father finally spoke up and said abruptly, we are moving to California. I said what!. That answer moving to California, was almost equal to my uncle telling me "Your Sister Jackie is dead." I knew that my girlfriend, my anchor on earth was disappearing from my life. And now she was gone, 35 days after I lost my sister. My earth angle, I dreamed of being my wife was gone. I felt like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up, how could all this be happening to me. Despair sit like a stone in my stomach, like concrete boots dragging me toward what felt like my inevitable end. "I'm not going to make it. "I was in a state of melancholy depression.Laced with a fatal sense of my own wretchedness. I was fourteen years old and felt like I was

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

On Wednesday, November 26, 2014, I was coming out of a very hectic day at work, when I received the news that had me breaking down in tears. “Odette your mother is in the emergency room.” I could not believe the words that were coming out of my father's mouth in that instinct. So many thoughts came rushing through my mind. “Why, my mom?” I kept on asking myself, but I knew that I could not show my depression to my two younger siblings. The reason for that was that I did not want to scare them nor make them feel the horrible feeling that I was feeling inside. Even though I appeared to look fine in the outside, my precious soul was dying in sorrows in the inside. The scariest thought of knowing your mother is in danger and that you cannot do anything to save her is very traumatizing. I honestly felt like my hands were tied behind my back while I saw her drowning in pain.

The small car pulled into the driveway of the frat house. 8:15 was the time; the party was already started. Mark noticed his friends’ cars were there as he got out of his own and hurried to the door.

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

Later that day her husband could tell something had made Rosa upset, he loved her so much that he wanted nothing to happen to her. She explained everything that happened earlier that morning. Jordan then became furious at the witch for not letting Rosa take the berries. After Rosa finished the telling him the story he came up with a plan that would cheer up Rosa, that plan involved him sneaking into the garden that night. After dinner Rosa and Jordan went to bed, when he was sure she was asleep he left the house. It took him several hours to find the secret passage and when he found it he went down the trail without looking twice. When he arrived to the garden he located the berries that his beloved wife wanted. As he was about to take some

I wake up on a Saturday morning to the rays of sun shining as hot as the lava burning fiery below a deadly volcano. I couldn’t believe today was the day, I could feel my nerves tingling like being tickled with a small feather.

As I approached my mother she was heart broken she kept saying that it’s going to be alright my father was hurt holding all of us my whole family was in shock because out of all the people my brother hung around and all the people in his circle who would’ve thought he would be the one to die. My father felt like all of the sins he committed karma didn’t hit him it hit his son you see my brother passed away on father’s day and that made my whole family different it made me and my little brother get closer we would always fight. The media and the school showed up like 3 days in a row to speak with us I did not want to speak because of the circumstances the way I seen it was that nobody cared about us and they didn’t feel our pain at all, during the time I felt like I had nobody I stayed in the house for about two months I didn’t eat or anything for a

It was rather calming, even in this time of darkness. I stumbled and started to kick my dress shoes off. I was drenched by now, and I literally had nothing to lose. I feel like a dark abyss. Am I making this to dark? Should I crack a couple jokes about my newly dead mom? My mourning now depressed father, cooped up with so much work of my dead moms fortune he has no time to even properly to go through the coping stages of losing someone? Yeah, my life is great! Might as well make fun of everything that’s wrong with me. Isn’t that what most comedians do? They always end up killing themselves. Now that’s funny! Okay, it 's really not, I’m just a cruel teenager going through some stuff. I’m dark and sarcastic, dead mom or not. Why am I going on about this? I’m running out of breath, but I’m not sweaty or anything, it is now turning dark and colder, my blurred vision now getting worse and worse. The street lights turn on, showing big orange blurry bulbs down the cobbled road.